Restarting the myth

Abo is a water ghost. He is bound to the Tame River, including the incoming tributaries of the upper reaches. Strictly speaking, his territory is larger than Abin.

Including the inflow of tributaries means that Abo's territory will expand further during heavy rain seasons.

The drainage outlet of the city of Lundan is connected to the mother river. Even if there is no heavy rain, Abo can move freely in the sewer. Except that the smell of domestic sewage is a bit stronger and the heavy metal content of industrial sewage exceeds the standard, there is nothing wrong with it.

"That's disgusting. Did you just step on shit?" Wayne said in disgust.

Abo immediately retorted. Although he was dead, he still retained good hygiene habits. He came here through the flood control and drainage channels instead of the smoky sewers.

These words reminded Wayne that Abo was a living map of Lundan's sewers and knew the distribution of Lundan's sewers better than anyone else.

Of course, the housekeeper Fula is not bad either.

As a unique and excellent steward in Wayne's mind, Fula knows many tunnels that are not connected to the River Tame, air-raid shelters and underground private passages reserved for the rich, which are of great strategic value.

With Abo as a living map, Wayne became more confident in his control of the sewers and decisively changed his schedule.

During the day, I would catch up on my sleep and diary, and stay in the sewers throughout the night, familiarizing myself with the terrain while looking for fellow elements who had taken refuge.

Don't be afraid, folks, I'm Wayne and I'm here to save you.

Speaking of the essence of life, Wayne had to complain that the four major elements satisfy the essence of life, but there are losses in this accumulation process and it does not always maintain an upward trend.

The most intuitive way to lose it is to use magic, basic magic related to the four elements.

Every time Wayne uses basic magic, such as the earth wall spell, he will consume his own stored earth elements.

According to the theory in the book, magician apprentices are like this. The six-pointed star has not yet been ignited and connected, their thinking has not been qualitatively upgraded, and they cannot directly control the free elements of the outside world. This is a process that every magician must go through.

Therefore, Wayne no longer uses elemental magic much.

The elements in other people's bodies have been exhausted and can be replenished by meditating for a while. But he can't. There are too few transport captains. Where can he find the second Lord of the Void!

In fact, it is practical and can be used. It can be precisely controlled by thinking, reducing the proportion of magic blending, and the basic magic will not consume much of the four elements.

To put it bluntly, Wayne took a breath in the sewer and replenished the four elements he had consumed.

But he didn't want to.

This is what squirrel syndrome looks like.

Wayne has an obsessive-compulsive disorder about hoarding supplies. Before time travel, he had accumulated a lot of things that he thought were useful. Even if time proved that these things were useless, he was reluctant to throw them away because he firmly believed that they could be used in the future.

His hoarding behavior not only happens in real life, but also on the Internet. Whenever he thinks these things are useful, he will subconsciously collect them in his favorites, shopping cart, hard drive, and cloud disk.

For a while, he was even obsessed with categorizing Japanese and Korean, European and American, and classical fairy tales from the second dimension. This meaningless behavior made him happy.

Asking means being prepared.

To sum up, Wayne's squirrel syndrome is in an advanced stage and cannot be cured. Without the Internet, he set out to collect magic-related things, including pistols, crowbars, punches, four elements, and magic books. No one refuses.

One can imagine how exaggerated the scale of his warehouse will be one day in the future.

Abo took Wayne through the sewers, pointing to the iron ladders and exits, explaining which road and street were above and what landmark buildings were nearby.

Wayne had an amazing memory and a mediocre sense of direction. After going around a few times, he became confused.

He rewoven the memory network, processed the information in his brain, summarized and transformed words into images, deepening the memory impression, and a map of Lundam divided into upper and lower layers gradually became clear.

"The bar above is controlled by the Black Snake Club. According to the councilor's instructions, Johnny, the boss of the Black Snake Club, restrained his men and stopped expanding his territory. He has been very low-key in recent days." Abo pointed to the manhole cover above.

"I'm not interested in trash fish. Take me to the congressman."

Wayne said on horseback: "The Black Snake Club is a dog raised by the congressmen. Without the support of the congressmen, they are nothing. Instead of trying to reach up step by step, it is more troublesome to deal with the congressmen directly."

But that's not what you just said, you asked me to make a list!

Abo was helpless. Little did he know that Wayne just wanted to hang out in the sewer a few more times, just treating him as an undead and not a human being, and tormenting his disobedient undead brother in different ways.

Abo didn't say anything, but changed direction and continued to lead the way.

This move is exactly what Abo wants. The Black Snake Club is a pawn of the congressman. If the congressman wants to be shot a hundred times, the members of the Black Snake Club will be shot at least fifty times. But from the bottom of his heart, he hopes that these social trash will die. legal sanctions.

Compared with mysterious deaths, criminals are punished by law, which is more satisfying and makes people believe that justice and justice still exist in the world.

It is not justice linked to mystery, but justice closely related to reality. People do not need to pray for God’s mercy, they only need to make a phone call to get legal assistance.

The same holds true in reverse. God is too far away and too empty to deter criminals and villains, and is far less powerful than the law that is so close at hand. The same is being judged, judged by God and judged by the law. The former is more like a principle that leads people to do good, while the latter is a real deterrent to violence.

Abo hopes that after the congressman dies, the master will hand over the congressman's minions to him. Without the congressman's protection, the minions who have lost the protective umbrella will not be able to stand up.

He wants to punish this group of evil people with the iron fist of the law, and give a warning to other evil people, and make them think carefully before committing crimes, whether it is your head or the bullet that is hard.

When leading the way, Abo said these words, trying to test Wayne's attitude, but to his surprise, Wayne agreed very straightforwardly.

Hey, could it be that under the evil appearance of the master, there is a completely opposite heart of justice?

Wayne saw what Abo was thinking and sneered, "That's right, but why do we have to choose one of the two, instead of both?"

"Master, I don't understand what you mean."

"You are right, God is too ethereal. It is a belief and a moral concept. It can restrain good people but can't scare bad people. We can't expect bad people to have moral concepts. It is far better to take them to the execution ground than to talk to bad people about big principles."

Wayne said, "But some bad people are not afraid of the execution ground, such as Congressman Doreen who is about to meet. She has the ability to silence the law. She knows that she will not be sent to the execution ground. There are many big men who will pardon her crimes. At this time, we have to change to a flexible way of fighting violence with violence."

"The law is fair in its setting. Some people think they are special and not fair. Then agree with them and tell them what is really unfair."

"Hehehe————"

At the end, Wayne laughed heartily, and in a concise sentence, the other party started the fight first.

Abo was silent, feeling that the master had opened a door for him, but soon, he frowned and said: "If you... no, I mean, if I keep implementing this idea, my original intention will change little by little because of the power of recklessness. At that time, I will also think that I am special, even more excessive than them. The dragon slayer will eventually become an evil dragon. I will think that I am a god, that I am above everything and can dominate everything. What should I do then?"

Bar Book 69 New

"We'll talk about it then."

"..."

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Councilman Doreen has a rental house in Nelundan. It is not large and focuses on being clean.

In fact, she only lives in a rental house when she is canvassing for votes. Under normal circumstances, she lives in a big mansion in the west district, and her neighbors are also councilors.

Standard one set in front of people and another set behind people.

Abo pushed open the manhole cover and crawled out, with water stains dripping from his trouser legs, and walked towards the councilor's house step by step.

Wayne looked at the exit with a bit of a dilemma. He could get out, but Yulia...

Yulia snorted, leaped and hit the wall, and the wall was painted with ripples of flashing purple arcs. A space door opened and carried Wayne to the ground.

Abin followed closely behind and jumped out.

Wayne looked at the ground behind him and saw the skeleton owl flapping its wings and flying out. He raised his arm to catch it: "Yulia, I didn't know you had this ability."

"Master, you never asked."

"I said, don't talk back to me."

Wayne jumped off the warhorse, released the owl, stepped to the front door of the mansion, and said sourly: "You can make money again if you lose it, but you can make endless money if you lose your conscience. She used to be a reporter for a newspaper, and she became a politician halfway through her career. She made so much in just a few years. It's really enviable!"

Abo shuddered when he heard this and hurriedly said: "Master, she has fallen, you won't."

"You can't make so much money if you fall. Abortion is more like it." Wayne said subconsciously, and then he suddenly realized that he felt that he had noticed the truth.

Abo was speechless. Maybe it was really possible.

Wayne raised his hand to hold the door handle, and the corrosive power of death rushed out, and he easily pushed open the door.

There was no noise of breaking into the door, no fingerprints left, and even the door handle was not left. Without evidence, the police would not catch him. Wayne liked the Death Knight vest more and more.

It was just that the vest name was a bit unsatisfactory. It would be more perfect if it was changed to Dark Knight.

The mansion was dark, and Councillor Doreen was not at home. He found the safe with cash and account books. Wayne helped to open the door and divided the stolen goods on the spot. Abo got the account book, and Wayne got the Queen's head and jewelry and gold.

Abo was stunned.

In his subjective impression, the owner was a lone knight who wandered in the dark, his body rotted, but his spirit still adhered to the chivalry, and he regarded money as dirt and women as nothing.

The result...

I don't know if it was an illusion, but he saw a smile on the skull.

Abo didn't say anything. When the police station handed in the stolen goods, it often went through several departments, and the amount of stolen goods shrank a lot.

As long as the decisive evidence was still there, these were... all tolerable.

He took a deep breath, sat on the sofa, and hid in the dark shadows, waiting for Councillor Doreen to return home.

Click!

Wayne turned on the light, put his hands behind his back, and looked at the artworks on the wall. He didn't know much about art, but he knew that artworks were often linked to speculation and money laundering.

"Master, can you turn off the light? This will scare the councillor away. We should..."

"You should go to the basement. The councillor is at home. Her basement is quite large." Wayne said without turning his head.

Abo was stunned when he heard this, and walked quickly towards the basement.

There is a door in the middle of the corridor behind the living room. When it is opened, you can see the stairs extending downward until it disappears into the darkness.

Abo's eyes can see very clearly in the dark. He found the secret door in the basement. After gently pushing it open, there is a different world inside.

There is a long corridor underground, covered with bright red carpet, decorated with murals and wall lamps, and there is an exit or entrance every 70 or 80 meters.

Abo analyzed the location of the villa complex on the ground, and his heart was cold. Thinking of the missing girl kidnapped by the Black Snake Society, the coldness dissipated, and his whole heart was filled with the flame of anger.

He stepped on the carpet and followed the perfume in the air to the door of a conference room.

There were double doors, and there was a coat rack next to the door, with seven or eight coats and top hats hanging on it.

Abo picked up a hat and put it on his head, lowered the brim of the hat, pushed open the door with both hands and walked in.

The decoration of the conference room was more luxurious, with a huge crystal chandelier hanging, composed of hundreds of exquisite crystals, illuminating the whole room.

Under the chandelier was a carefully arranged round dining table with a diameter of about five meters, and the table was covered with white napkins and exquisite tableware.

In the corner of the wall was a phonograph with a strong classical atmosphere, and soft music was floating.

The perfect combination of elegance and luxury, with a glass of champagne, is definitely an excellent banquet experience.

But there is one place that is out of tune with the overall layout of the restaurant. On the wall facing the door, there are strange symbols painted. The curved lines outline a figure, like a person covered with tentacles, or an octopus with tentacles.

The simple image is too abstract. At first glance, it looks like blood graffiti. Abo couldn't tell what totem it was.

He didn't care about this scene, and his eyes were coldly on the guests at the dinner.

Including Doreen Johnny, who Abo has been investigating, there are a total of eight congressmen at the scene. They leaned on the soft sofa chairs, closed their eyes and hummed along with the beat of the music. Everyone kept an official smile on their faces, quiet and easy-going.

The congressmen were so addicted to the music that they didn't even notice someone pushing the door and walking in.

Abo looked at the dining table and slowly breathed a sigh of relief. There was no disgusting food on the table as he imagined. They were all some precious ingredients, and they were all Frank cuisine.

"Dorine Johnny, you're under arrest!" Abo said coldly, ready to ask where the missing girls were being held.

Councillor Doreen did not reply, but swam in the ocean of music with a satisfied smile on her face.

Abo frowned, the scene seemed familiar, the eight councillors were wandering in the sky, just like taking some contraband after a meal.

"Their minds are not in their bodies, and they can't be awakened."

Wayne walked into the restaurant and looked at the strange patterns on the wall. He had seen similar patterns in magic books, which were related to the belief in an evil god.

Teacher Yujie provided magic books related to evil gods to prevent students from making bad friends and getting involved with unclear people. She was worried that too much detail would make students curious. There were not many records about evil gods in magic books, and only a few words were written - blood faith.

This is an evil god who lives in hell. Different from the two goddesses of darkness and death, he is one of the main enemies of the Heavenly Father Church.

To a certain extent, the evil gods of hell are primitive and wild, and their horror is far greater than darkness and death.